Tragedy strikes. Sort of.

Another day, another morning getting an unplanned, spur-of-the-moment blowjob from two beautiful women.

Mila and Sarah were kneeling in front of me as I sat on one of the many chairs in the old music room. They both licked my shaft from top to bottom in unsynced motions until Sarah took my cock into her mouth and swallowed it whole, making its length reach deep down her throat. I shivered and gripped the sides of the chair tightly.

“It still amazes me every time I see it…” Mila said, licking the drool off her lips.

Sarah bobbed her head up and down without pause, without hesitation, without gagging. She moaned softly, eyes closed and holding onto my legs. The intense sensation after about ten minutes of service made me explode and shoot it all directly down her throat.

Sarah shook, climaxing with me. Her eyes rolled almost to the back of her head, and she pulled away from my dick with an unintentionally loud slurp.

“Fuck, I’m such a pervert…” Sarah muttered, still shivering and enjoying her orgasm.

“I’m kinda jealous,” Mila said, giggling. “Coming from giving a blowjob sounds fun.” After saying that, she wordlessly assumed cleaning duties and began to lick the leftover cum off my dick.

I let out a sigh of pleasure. “I’m glad you enjoy it. Makes me feel a bit less selfish,” I joked.

The door to the classroom opened and in came Grace, grinning at the sight that welcomed her but not commenting on it. It was common now after a month. No, more than a month. Almost a month and a half by now since we started our physical relationship. Sometimes the days drag on, and others time flies without you noticing.

“Grace, can you come from giving a blowjob or am I the only pervert?” Sarah asked her friend.

“Not from a blowjob,” Grace answered, kissing me and taking a seat beside me. “But I can come just from my tits if Oliver flondes them for a few minutes. And doesn’t Mila come from having her butthole played with even without penetration?”

“Grace!” Mila pouted.

“Not just that. The other day she came just from me fondling her butt,” I added.

“Oliver!” By now Mila was blushing madly.

“Not the only pervert then. Good.” Sarah nodded to herself, satisfied.

“Speaking of,” Grace started casually. “I watched this video last night about 10 weird facts about orgasms. It was done by a professional author and backed by serious research, but it was hilarious. I ended up also reading some of those papers and bought one of her books.” She started smiling as she spoke. You could tell she’d gotten into the topic. “I bring this up because, in one of these papers, there’s a case mentioned of a woman who orgasmed every time she brushed her teeth.”

My eyebrows rose, but Mila and Sarah were more vocal about it.

“No fucking way!”

“She had to be lying.”

“I’m telling you, it’s all backed up by research. The woman herself went to a neurologist because she didn’t think it was normal. Apparently she believed she was possessed by demons,” Grace said.

I don’t know why, but I felt a faint headache just as she said that.

“There was also a case of a woman who could, allegedly, will herself to orgasm if she thought about it hard enough.”

“That one’s scary if true,” I said.

“Is it?” Mila asked, curious.

“Yeah. I mean, imagine if you could do it. What would you need me for?”

That sent the girls into a fit of laughter.

I spent the first recess that day talking to Thomas. He was feeling down because a practice game they’d had in which his team got, in his own words, ‘utterly fucking destroyed’ and that some of the members were taking it worse than him.

“Last year’s seniors were really good, and without them the team needs to find a new identity.”

“You’ve got your work cut out for you, captain.”

“Yeah.” He groaned. “Kevin skipped practice the other day, so I’m gonna chew him out later.”

“Maybe he had a good reason?”

“Is a date with a girlfriend a good reason?”

“Rip him a new one.”

Thomas snickered. That improved his mood a little.

And then, that second recess, tragedy struck.

I walked down the stairs with the girls, heading to the old music room like usual. When we were reaching the second floor, we noticed something strange. We could hear more voices than usual.

The second floor had nothing of interest down the hall to the old music room, no restrooms or even a vending machine. Worried, I hurried my pace, and when I turned the corner from the stairs to the hallway, I saw a bunch of students looking in the direction of the old music room. Further ahead, coming in and out of the classroom that had become my safe place for three years, I saw around five men in coveralls, moving chairs and tables out.

My chest froze.

“Hey, what’s happening?” Grace asked one of the bystanding students. “Why are they moving things?”

“Apparently they’re going to build a new science lab here,” the guy said. “I heard that they’re going to combine two classrooms and make a bigger one than the two we already have.”

I had to have heard that wrong, or that guy had to be mistaken.

There was no way. No one even remembered that room existed for three fucking years. It was my safe place. No longer just mine, even. It was a place where the girls and I could be at ease, talk about anything and everything, get as amorous as we wanted without eyes judging us.

And now… it was gone? Just like that, without a single warning?

…

My chest hurt.

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